Chapter 30

King slid in behind Jane, his hands on her hips as he swayed to the music. They had waded into the crowd dancing in the den, where the furniture was pushed back against the walls. He’d maneuvered them to the back of the crowd, into a dark corner, no one sitting around them. He’d very carefully scouted out this spot when he’d gone for drinks. As soon as the door had opened and he’d seen what was going on in here, he’d known that this was the perfect place to sort of announce the new way of things without having to make a big deal about it. If everyone else was getting busy, then the three of them wouldn’t stand out quite so much.

“I like these jeans,” he told her, kissing her neck as he rubbed his dick against her ass. He wasn’t really that hard, but he had a feeling if she and Sam got into it with him he would be.

“You just like my butt,” she teased him, wiggling against him.

“Guilty.” He smiled at Sam, unrepentant. Sam was just standing there staring at them. “Come on,” King encouraged him. “Get closer.”

“I don’t want to suffocate Jane,” he said. “If we sandwich her here on the dance floor, she won’t be able to breathe.”

“Are you sure this is going to be okay?” she asked King, looking a little worried.

“I’m sure,” King told her. “Trust me. No one will care. You heard Tom.”

“In that case, you get in the middle,” Jane told Sam, taking the words right out of King’s mouth.

“What?” Sam asked, looking around nervously. He shoved his hand in his pocket and King had to bite back a sigh. “Here?” Sam asked. The way he said it made King swallow what he’d been about to say. He’d been about to offer to be the middle and let Sam off the hook, but Sam didn’t sound opposed, just nervous.

“Here,” King said. He pushed Jane gently toward Sam and she wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying to the music. Thank God for Gage. He was playing some slow country shit with a hard beat. Perfect for grinding on the dance floor. King moved around behind Sam, his back to the rest of the room. Their position blocked most people’s view of them. King tentatively stepped in closer and put his hands on Sam’s hips, just as he had with Jane. He could feel Sam breathing hard and knew if he checked Sam’s heart would be pounding. “Can I come closer?” he said softly. One of Jane’s hands slid down Sam’s shoulder, and she reached under his arm to grab King’s shirt and pull him in.

“Yes,” she said.

Now King could feel Sam’s heartbeat against his chest, pressed to Sam’s back. “Yes,” Sam said belatedly.

“Now, move,” King said. He used his hips to rotate Sam’s in a slow grind. “It’s called dancing.”

Sam laughed, but he sounded a little shaky. “Really? I don’t think this is what they teach at Fred Astaire.”

Jane giggled, and over Sam’s shoulder King saw her grinning. “This is way better than the waltz,” she said. She pressed a leg between Sam’s, and Sam sucked in a harsh breath. “Move,” she said. It took a second for Jane and King to coordinate their movements, but before too long, the three of them were swaying to the music.

“Fuck, you smell good,” King said, pressing his nose to Sam’s neck and breathing deeply. Sam moaned softly. King could see that Jane had snaked her hands under Sam’s shirt and was rubbing his chest and stomach.

“You’re sweating,” she said. When she looked up, King could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted this. She wanted to get crazy out here.

“Damn, girl,” King said. “You’re so fucking hot.” He rubbed his hardening dick against Sam’s ass. “She hot for it, Sammy?” he asked softly.

“I’m hot,” Sam said breathlessly.

“Take this off,” Jane said, pushing his shirt up to expose his stomach and pecs. King couldn’t resist, and slid his hands up to rub his palms over Sam’s nipples.

“Fuck,” Sam said, his hips jerking.

“Off,” King said, stepping back and pulling Sam’s shirt off. He tossed it onto a nearby table.

“You, too,” Sam said, looking at King over his shoulder. He was turned on, King could tell, by how tight his expression was.

“I don’t think so,” King said with a grin. “This is all about you, Sammy. You’re in the middle. Just relax and enjoy it.” Sam moaned as King pressed in against him again and ran his hand over Sam’s bare stomach. King meant what he said. He wanted Sam to let go of all his worries, just for a while. Something about King and Jane helped Sam do that, and King wanted to give it to him. He was pretty sure Jane understood that and wanted the same thing. It was crazy how in sync he and Jane were. He knew what she was going to do before she did it, because he wanted to do the same thing. It was like him and Sam, only different. When it was right, it was right, he supposed.

“You guys are so hot,” Jane said, watching them. “Also, got you to take your shirt off.”

“Damn it,” Sam said with a surprised laugh. “You did. Well, if I wanted every guy in here to be amazed at your perfect tits I’d make you strip down, too. But those tits are ours.”

“Classy,” Jane teased him breathlessly. “I should do it just to teach you a lesson.” She stepped back, her hands lingering on Sam’s stomach. “King is blocking us. No one can see.” King could tell she was only half-teasing. If Sam told her to, she’d probably do it. It was so hot when she let them tell her what to do. Shit, they all liked that.

“You better not,” Sam warned her. “If anyone else sees those tits I’ll have to spank you again later.”

She bit her lip and nodded as she let Sam pull her close and press her against his chest again. “Whatever you want, Sam,” she whispered in his ear, loud enough that King could hear it, too. They danced like that, mostly moving their hips, grinding against one another to the beat. It was hot in the apartment, especially where everyone was dancing. King glanced over to his left and saw Tom a few feet away, making out with his boy, Elvis. They were holding on to each other’s asses and grinding as they tongue-fucked. As he watched, Elvis began kissing Tom’s chest and licking his nipples. Tom dropped his head back on his shoulders, clearly enjoying it. Next to them, Danny was dancing with his two women, each one grinding on one of his legs as he kissed one, and the other imitated Tom’s boy, licking Danny’s chest. The whole dance floor had become a huge make-out session. Jo Jo was getting it on with a woman a few feet away, his hand down her pants as she moaned. The air was charged with sex. King was pretty sure someone would be fucking out there in a few minutes.

When he looked back at Sam he saw a drop of sweat trickle down his neck. He couldn’t resist and licked it up. Then he kissed Sam’s neck. “Oh, yeah,” Sam moaned, leaning his head to the side to give King more access. He reached back with one hand, holding the back of King’s head.

“You are so hot, Sammy,” King said. “You’re going to make us both come out here.” He kissed the burn marks on Sam’s back. Not for the first time, he wished he’d been there to save him and everyone else. Sam shivered in his arms.

Sam began grinding his ass harder against King’s hard-on in response, while Jane cupped Sam’s cheek and kissed him. King watched their tongues licking into each other’s mouths as he kissed Sam’s neck. He bit Sam’s earlobe and Sam moaned into Jane’s mouth.

“Fuck, this is hotter than I thought it would be,” King said, holding tight to Sam’s hips as he ground against that firm ass. “I really am going to come.”

“Me, too,” Jane said, moaning. “Sam’s got his hand down my pants.”

“Tell me,” King said, looking over Sam’s shoulder. “What’s he doing?”

“He’s got his finger inside me,” Jane said breathlessly. “I’m not going to last. Oh my God.” She moaned again. “Are you sure no one can see us?”

“It’s fine,” Sam told her. “No one can see. You said whatever I wanted. I want to feel you come.” He pushed Jane away, just far enough that he could keep his hand down her undone jeans and both he and King could see it. He leaned back into King, and King ran his hand down Sam’s bare chest to cup his hard cock through his jeans. Sam thrust into his hand.

“Want me to take care of that?” King asked, biting Sam’s shoulder. He wanted to jack Sam off so fucking bad, right there in the middle of the hot, sweaty, grinding crowd.

“Do it,” Sam said roughly. King didn’t give him time to change his mind. While Sam watched his hand moving against Jane’s crotch, King undid Sam’s jeans and shoved his hand into Sam’s boxer briefs, then wrapped his hand tightly around Sam’s cock and jacked him slowly. Sam groaned and shivered in King’s arms. Jane stood there, biting her lip as she stared at Sam’s crotch, her hips thrusting against Sam’s hand in time to King’s strokes, her hands still resting on Sam’s hard stomach.

“Show me,” Sam told her breathlessly. King could see Jane’s fingers digging into Sam’s stomach as her hips moved harder and faster. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, dirty girl, you showing all the guys here how hot you are?” Sam asked roughly. “Is that what you’re doing?”

“I know I shouldn’t,” she said, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. “But I’m a dirty girl, aren’t I?” She gave him a satisfied smile and then she gasped.

“Dirty girls get more fingers,” Sam said. He gasped as King ran his thumb over his slit.

“Dirty boys get jacked off,” King told him. “You just keep rubbing that fine ass on my dick, Sammy, and we’re all going to come.”

“Hell, yeah,” Sam said breathlessly. They’d all stopped paying attention to the music ages ago. Sam yanked Jane close with a hand wrapped around the back of her neck and kissed her hard and rough. She rode his hand, her crotch and Sam’s hand pressing up against King’s fist as he jacked Sam off. Jane came, Sam catching her cry in his mouth as she continued to ride his hand, gasping and moaning. Sam broke the kiss with a gasp. “I’m going to come,” he said.

“This is crazy,” Jane said breathlessly.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Sam said, holding Jane tightly against him with both arms wrapped around her, his forehead resting on her shoulder.

“Kiss me, King,” Jane said breathlessly. “Kiss me while Sam comes for us.”

“Shit,” Sam said, and before their lips met he was coming, his cock jerking in King’s fist, his come hot and sticky all over his hand. King kissed Jane, lost in the heat of her and Sam.

“King,” Sam whispered. “I want to get you off.” He rubbed his ass against King’s dick and King pulled Sam tight against him, grinding, kissing Jane.

“Shit,” he breathed out against her mouth. “Not here.” He forced himself to step away from Sam. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly. “Sorry. I just…later, okay?” Something had disturbed him, something in the background. He glanced uneasily over his shoulder.

“That was intense and insane,” Jane said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ve never been into public sex before. You two make me do crazy things.” She put her fingers over Sam’s mouth to silence him. “I’m not complaining,” she told him. “Just expressing astonishment.”

Sam pulled her hand away. “You can’t be more astonished than I am,” he said, laughing. “I just let King jack me off in a room full of other football players. I think we’ve all gone a little crazy.”

King looked around and saw Tom pressed back against the wall in the corner with Elvis. He was pretty sure Danny was actually fucking one of his women while making out with the other one, over on the couch. “Trust me when I tell you that no one noticed,” he said. He pulled his hand away from Sam’s dick, which had grown soft. He liked the feel of it like that and made plans to play with Sam’s soft dick until he was hard enough to fuck Jane. That sounded like fun. He wiped his hand off on Sam’s underwear while Sam laughed.

“I’ve got to duck into the bathroom,” Jane whispered.

“I’m coming with you,” Sam said. “I’ve got to clean up. King?”

“Not a good idea,” King said, grinning. “We’d be fucking in the bathroom. I’ll go see if Carmina is ready to leave.”

“We’re leaving?” Jane asked.

“We smell like sex and look like we just had it,” King said. “I think going home would be best.”

“For more sex, right?” Sam asked, frowning.

“Oh, yeah, brah,” King said, grinning. “Let me get your T-shirt. Jane, stay behind Sam.” Something was making him uneasy. He turned and faced the room, relieved he’d been right. No one was watching them. They were all getting busy or watching Tom and Danny. From the dining room he could hear a game of pool and friendly banter. Quickly, he grabbed Sam’s shirt. His sense that something was off was getting worse, not better. When Sam was dressed they skirted the edge of the dance floor.

King followed behind them, looking around. He saw the guy who’d grabbed Melody Ann standing in the shadows, watching Tom and Elvis. He didn’t think anything of it at first, but something made him take a second look. He saw the guy had his phone out and it looked like he was texting. Then he held it up and the flash went off several times. King changed direction and headed toward him, furious. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked loudly, reaching for the phone. The guy backed out of King’s reach.

“Too late,” he said with a laugh. “That one’s already up, just like the others. I got some great shots of you and Taylor with that slut, too. You know how much some of these online sites will pay for that shit?” He laughed again. “You guys put it out there like this and it’s going to be online. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.” He turned and ran for the front door. Most of the room had no idea what was going on.

Tom now stood next to King, practically vibrating with rage. King put a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Let him go,” King said, worried what the big running back might do if he caught him. The photographer looked around uneasily as he faced the room, fumbling behind him for the doorknob. As soon as he got the door open, he was gone.